His hat was that of fine velvet and her eyes the greenest of greens. They danced amid the petals of pink tree blossoms and sang silent songs to those who would listen. Jenny stared at the two unabashed.
How can that couple be so carefree? She wondered. If I was trapped in that tiny space, dancing would be the last thing on my mind.
Carefully she placed them back on the shelf. The blossoms swirled a little and then settled as neatly as before.
“Caught your eye, have they?”
The elderly man smiled at her. She had not heard his approach.
“Did you make this one Mr. Tinkin? They look beautiful together.”
“This pair is the gift that inspired my others. They were a farewell many years ago.”
“From the one who taught you?”
“Taught me?” His cough was laced with laughter. “She taught me many things, but no, not the making of snow globes.”
--That's the first couple lines from a story I might eventually finish someday. The name of Mr. Tinkin is more of a placeholder than a done deal in this case. When I write out a sketch for how a story might start I don't waste time trying to think of the best name for a character. It's easier just to jot something down and decide if anything would work better at a later date. The title of this post is my working title for the story. It'll probably stay.
And don't expect me to update this rapidly all the time. I'm just on an excitement high from starting a blog, can't sleep, and haven't thought far enough ahead to avoid using good backup material so soon.
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